Axelle Red - Song Called Chip lyrics
No more cursing the net Nice if we finally met No more trauma's, trunks and cages Soundproof, outrages No more wolfs, wives persuading Hus ups, justice failing Were we all suspicious He 's back out there, it 's vicious It might not be hip a song called chip It 's cooler you go to rehab But if we had a grip on men like chip A wonderful world it would be A wonderful world it would be No more vico's in pnom peng Weirdos, decent men Turning saints into s*uts They were once a victim, so what No more uncle dishonors niece Brother, won't you k** me please! No more marriage cover up Mothers won't stand up It might not be hip a song called chip It 's cooler you go to rehab But if we had a grip on men like chip A wonderful world it would be A wonderful world it would be It might not be hip a song called chip It 's cooler you go to rehab But if we had a grip on men like chip A wonderful world it would be A wonderful world it would be The romans, the greeks, already freaks Knew how to teach, how to preach The prophet at least officially wed "Spare the young captives", Moses said, "Our law says have them in your bed" Sultans had dungeons with different levels Virgins by hundred in taoist legend Ask uncle wu, the Chinese Dutroux Impotent goophers, on viagra in our prisons Dominant pigeons from all kind religions Frustrated cause for once themselves couldn't escape it They hate trade manipulate Jumpin' like squirrels on our boys and girls Makin' it a wild wild world Sick slick runnin' behind their dig Obviously too small for a guy that tall Havin' a ball, laughin' at us all Let's skip being hip Put a chip get a grip Locate them on their trip Telling pearls to sip off that gla** Take off that little dress Did I hear you say yes Zip down their pants So called "philes", fans of our children Makes no sense building a fence Most of them are dads like mads Right inside the house Kids trapped like a mouse "Don't tell mum and I'll give you more gum" "Oops, I didn't know she was that young" Handy with candy What did happen to Mandy No more causing harm When using their charm Goes off an alarm No longer pollute our childhood Little 'n red freely in the wood Youth 'll hitch hike again Solution for traffic jam True puppy love Not with a 28 year old glove I know a chip won't do I got another song too Don't look for your name There's no wall of fame ... what am I trying to obtain Our society is not sane Luring at daughters Geldof, Cobain Do we all need a chip in our brain? Have to be the same? Can we break the chain? Preteen icons on our fashion magazines In skimpy outfits, the orwellian dream? Tasmanian devils That's our level We can't accept the truth There's no eternal youth We can't afford liberty Cause we have no empathy This is no popsong I can go on No more babies in babies 8 year old ladies Untill she tears apart The a whole village without a heart No more secret communities 'n markets Daughters slaughtered such easy targets Somehow hope she's engaged But she's a house aid a slave A hornqueen, last seen on a site where you get! Boys under five With the option to stay alive No more war as excuse No court will accuse No more false accusations 'n then chemical castration After years of growing tits His nuts blown to bits He 's found innocent, she admits...